AN: Back by popular demand.
Considering I thought no one would even touch this story, The feedback has been amazing. I can’t not write another. Unfortunately, life keeps getting in the way of writing. Bummer, but you know, Sh%t happens.
Disclaimer: As always, i own nothing but the plot line of this. All characters and franchises belong to their respective creators and owners. BTVS crossed with To Wong Foo Thanks For Everything, Julie Newmar. Enjoy.
The first time Xander had the suspicion his family wasn’t normal, he was six years old. On the first day of school, all the other mommies and daddies had looked at his Aunties strangely as they fussed about him. Two day’s later he was being teased by the other kid’s because his Aunties where men in women’s clothes.
Of course Xander had known they where men in ladies clothes since his father had sent him to live with his Auntie Vida. They’d had to tell him after Aunt Chi-Chi’s hair had fallen off late one night just before bed. At the time, he’d been in hysterics thinking the nice lady who taught him Spanish, was about to die.
Naturally once they explained that they where men in ladies clothing, because they liked it better, Xander had understood completely. He after all, loved his Spiderman underpants. He thought that it was normal. The other kids, and even the parents did not agree.
One night after dinner, before Auntie Vida set off for her new job in an LA office, Xander had confessed.
The next day, Xander had hit Tommy Dickens in the nose (exactly like Auntie Noxie had taught him) so hard Tommy had needed to go to the hospital. Needless to say, no one teased him about his aunties, or called any of them names for the rest of the school year.
The second suspicion Xander had that his family wasn’t normal, was the night they took him to sing at a bar. Caritas was a Karaoke bar, and not just any Karaoke bar. It was a Demonic Karaoke Bar.
Seven years old, had found Xander sitting with the green skinned, red horned Host. Staring around the whole place in awe as Lorne explained the supernatural too him.
Uncle Lorne had quickly become Xander’s favourite baby sitter. Every Saturday night, while his Auntie’s where off doing their Queenly things, Xander sat on the bar, Lorne sat next to him drinking sea breezes while he explained what demon was what. It was a trend that continued well into Xander’s Teenaged years.
He had many more suspicions throughout the years. He took them in stride, because really. What was Normal? Xander had only one thought regarding Normal.
It was Over-Rated.